I am a very busy person. Sometimes that’s my fault. Sometimes stuff happens. Sometimes I find myself having an anxiety attack and realize that it’s because I’ve got a to-do list longer than Psalm 119 and haven’t taken time to breathe, let alone pray.
And that’s when I start to fall apart.
We were created for God’s presence, and we were created to live in balance: quiet times and times of high energy and activity; times in the dark and times in the sun; times to think and times to act; times to rest and recharge and times to work. When we live too long out of balance, we begin to suffer serious damage. A few weeks ago, I saw this tweet, and it began to crystalize some of these thoughts I’d been having about how busy I am: